The small group of onlookers parted to allow the new girls through, one of the uniformed young man unclipping the rope that currently put the cooking area and carvery off limits then putting it back behind them once they were in. The girls all stood together and posed cheekily for a few minutes, blowing kisses to the audience and showing off their delicious young bodies before being directed to their respective cooking stations where different members of staff took charge of their preparation.

The girl designated for the spit was, rather unsurprisingly, the most attractive of the three with long, dirty-blonde hair and a toned, athletic body. Although Samantha estimated she was no older than her or Caroline, she already had very shapely little boobs, approximately the size and shape of apples. Clearly proud of them and wanting to show them off as she stood on her plinth waiting to be oiled for the spit, she squeezed them together then bounced on the spot to make the jiggle, much to the delight of the audience that was growing quite noticeably now that the girls were actually there and Samantha’s party were pleased that they had got there quickly enough to secure a good view. Her rump was also quite spectacular, a fact which she emphasised by turning and smacking it playfully.

The other two girls looked like sisters and it took Samantha a moment or two to realise what seemed unusual about their appearance then it struck her – despite being otherwise stark naked, they were both wearing glasses! She supposed that their eyesight must be so poor that they had been allowed to keep them on for their own comfort and dignity. She supposed that bumping into tables on your way across the dining room to be cooked might not be the most fun and she was happy to see that the Sidney’s staff team could be so accommodating and understanding.

They did seem very close in age, with the younger of the two looking about ten and the older being twelve at the absolute most but probably only eleven. Of course siblings could be pretty close in age, as proved by her friends Rob and Amanda. The younger sister was on the plump side with the merest hint of breast development, her perky nipples being the only real evidence that the tiny bumps on her chest were anything more than puppy-fat. She was a cute, soft figure that made her look as if she would be nice to cuddle and her brown hair was cut to shoulder length and crimped to give it a crinkly appearance. The older sister had long, strawberry-blonde hair and was on the edge of skinny but with perky little cones on her head like two halves of a lemon. From the way the kitchen staff directed them, it was clear that the older girl would be going in the stew pot while her younger sister was destined for the oven.

While the young woman assigned to her began to oil up the young piggy for the oven, a young man pulled a set of metal steps up to the side of the pot and held the older sister’s hand as she climbed up and, still wearing her glasses, stepped into the pot, sinking down into the gently steaming stew as contentedly as if she were getting into a hot-tub rather than a cooking pot in which she would eventually be boiled to death. As she got comfortable, the diced meat of the pots previous occupant bobbed around her while her feet rested on the heap of bones that collected on the bottom.

To be continued...